<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Halpinto"><title>The Apprentice - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/</link><description>Do we mortals truely know the nature of a vampire?  Perhaps there are secrets that have not been totally revealed ....</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/482111" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/480995" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/480885" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/482111"><title>Episode 3 A worthy apprentice.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/482111</link><description>The hooded figure paced back and forth impatiently waiting till the last grain of sand from the hour glass slipped and fell to the conical pile at the base. He moved silently to the end of the large collection of tubes and conical glass apparatus. The pure blood he had collected to begin with,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/480995"><title>Episode 2  Spell of purification</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/480995</link><description>As the hour drew near, the hooded figure worked hastily at preparing his bubbling brew. The room was decorated like a science laboratory with bunsen burners heating glass bubble shaped bottles attached to long glass tubes, which were attached to more bottles. He had taken the bowl of blood he had...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/480885"><title>Episode 1  Introduction</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Halpinto/480885</link><description>When the turuf is thy tour, And thy put is thy bour, Thy wel and thy white throte Shulen wormes to note. What helpet thee thenne All the worilde wenne? Medieval poem untitled with no author 15th Century. Cold, dark, stone walls reflected the glimour of firelight that danced and played like demons...</description></item></rdf:RDF>